Arrrggg
It will take a connection between minds to elaborate how I am feeling now. All terrible. I wish I just book in now and start my SOL right off for 14 days. Book out for my FTT just in time at least. Gosh. I wonder how much more of this I have to endure before my night comes to a shady end with my pseudo sleeptime. Pseudo, because no one knows when on earth my mother will just bam her way into my room and disturb the peace. Its time I start to think. Do parents barge into their childs room in the deep of the night and wake them up with verbal trash? Yes, I am indirectly saying that she speask trash. I have got a tonne more stuff to write here in this blog but it seems like SOP that my mom dominates the beginning of almost every friday night blog. Well, I spent like half an hour blogging in INET yesterday but like all times, the bloody comp just had to hang on me when I click the publish button.
All seems wrong this week. From last sunday, things have been climing towards a FUCKEDUP situation which kinda climaxed on WED. Sunday had mark coming to my house to watch Hotel Rwanda. It was a great movie no doubt. The way they portray the tutsi rebels with heroic ethics was simply skillful. It was artistically romantic. Teck Chew wanted to meet for dinner so the 3 of us spent some time talking cock in BK. That leads me to remember that my tongue is still hurting badly cos I bit my tongue so hard last sunday it was bleeding quite badly. Warning everyone. Never ever speak bad of anybody when you are eating. Consequences...well...ouch my tongue. The night carried on with watching I do I do again and Chew spent the night over at my place. Slept at like 230 and still managed to wake up for book in at 6 the next morning.
Tuesday. Doomsday.
Nick Pang had to settle his 4NTM vehicle so I willingly took over his duty as COS. Helping someone da duty isn't much of a chore really. Afterall, we gotta learn to help each other right? There is no such thing as being selfish in this world. Guess that was a blessing in disguise. I should have just been a goody two shoe COS and read newspaper in the office. Well, the office aircon was spoilt in the morning and there were hell lot of stupid errands landing on me in the morning so I made the decision to go wash my vehicle as well. Bad move. I was COS, but I went to wash my BX and got all muddy and wet. Got my boots all soaked. Went to dig mud slum and clear the washing bay of mud. Sounds like banglah work? Neh. And while I was getting my vehicle back into my parking lot, it happened. No rear guide...well, who uses a rear guide!? My vehicle, my cage, collision. Typical story. The worst part about it all was that those bloody glory regulars simply had fucking nothing to do. For no reasons, they just had to gather round like it was a major crime scene and announce it at the top of their volume to the whole world. It seemed very much an extreme case of xia lan. And it was only a minor collision. My basket was dented all along. The concrete on the cage structure was so thin I could use a hammer to wack out the same kind of cracks. Still, the had to blow it up. FUCKERS.
Wednesday. Climax.
Tuesday sounds bad? Well, I got through it and informed my PC and PS. I had plaster with me and so I liased with Dy S4 to allow me to mend the thing back while I skip the statement. I went to the "Crime Scene" again and saw that it was only a 5-10 minutes work. Went on to check my OVM. To my horror, I realised: The bloody FMT broke open my vehicle to check my turret system. Thats ok. Whats no, they left it open. And I had at least 50 K worth of OVM in my vehicle. They left it open to be raped. I wonder how many people actually went up and down and into my vehicle happily taking pictures to blow up the accident during CO conference. I had all 3 track guides missing, my slave cable gone, my GPMG pintle no where to be found. What worst nightmare can happen to a VC!!!!! I swear to Kelvin that if I happen to go to the shed a tad earlier and saw those fuckers poking their nose around my vehicle, I would have put my sledge hammer and machete(parang in a civilised english) to good use. Regulars. Spit. If ever the red button is pressed, I will shoot this fuckers with my 40AGL and 50HMG personally. Try to imagine how much my blood was boiling and how fucked up my heart was. It seemed that bad things just keep rolling in.
With CO conference over, OC called for a commander's meeting and I knew I was in for it. Remember all the photos? I ain't sore here. This is what my PS said. These people cuch as fucking Cpt Ivan, they ain't gonna survive anymore years in the army if they don't blow up nifty trivias to lick CO's boot. If I had a camera 2 weeks back, I would have captured how warrant yan destroyed an idler wheel with a 'repair method' in breech of TSR. And how did ITF(Ivan The Fuck) cover it all, TSR.
Well, gotta take responsibilities for my actions afterall. I ought to have a rear guide while reversing. I didn't. It was a decision I made and now that things happened, I gotta face the music. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide from. Its my fault, I accept my punishment. Not because it will aid some career sluts but because I am responsible for my own actions. With dead firm eyes, I yes sir yes sir to OC's words "You will be punished. I will charge you." Ok. Home is much a worst place afterall. You who have been keeping in tune with this blog here should know. But still, I felt terribly guilty. Having been a commander for six months, I know its never easy for one to punish his surbordinates. It never feels good. I don't know how OC felt then but I believe he didn't feel good at all. Who would want such things to happen. And worst of all, PC and PS who have been rather nice to me got screwed by OC...because of me.Guilty. Years back when read To Kill A Mockingbird, I learnt one thing. When you respect someone, you will want to leave the best impression. You would not want to disappoint him. You will not want him to ever get sad or angry about you. Such is the case. Cpt Casey is a respectable officer. One among few.Fucking few. So... soon I will be reporting to DO every few hours. Damn bad on my reputation as a commander. Bad on my pride as well wor. Haiz.
Hey hey. This didn't end Wed you know. I carried on desparately to look for my OVM and found that Glory specs were responsible for stealing my GPMG pintle. Whats wrong with them!? And my slave cable? All this crashing down on me in one day really gave me hell lot of a depressed mood. The SOL by then had became the least of my worries. And to top it up, my mother had to call me at night and asking about stupid things. As if I have not got enough trouble to haldle.Haiz. I felt rotten to the core.
Thursday turned out better but the man were really trouble makers with their ill attitude. And Noel Chia, haha cockster. Demanded me to clear the SOC ground of man so that he could cheat. Do you all get my point here. SAF regulars, well...the majority of them... are useless. Useless. In actual fact, I guess a hell lot of them would have been dismissed because they can't clear SOC IPPT. Bloody maggots. They can't be bother with their personal attitude as the soldier and they want to sign on? And they want to push their weight around? And what, NOEL being among the top 4 armour specs? Haha, I spat at him on the SOC ground. Regulars! NEH!
Friday was not bad except for the fact that I was slower than my fellow 40/50 friends from other companies. Didn't do my company proud. Infact, I felt rather sorry for the disappointed look on my men's face.
Wah...seh...what a long blog entry. Doubt anyone will read the full thing. I still got stuff to do and its already 1 plus. Looking forward to a bangkok trip. Gotta go type some stuff for my new biz idea. haha. Thats all, folks.
All seems wrong this week. From last sunday, things have been climing towards a FUCKEDUP situation which kinda climaxed on WED. Sunday had mark coming to my house to watch Hotel Rwanda. It was a great movie no doubt. The way they portray the tutsi rebels with heroic ethics was simply skillful. It was artistically romantic. Teck Chew wanted to meet for dinner so the 3 of us spent some time talking cock in BK. That leads me to remember that my tongue is still hurting badly cos I bit my tongue so hard last sunday it was bleeding quite badly. Warning everyone. Never ever speak bad of anybody when you are eating. Consequences...well...ouch my tongue. The night carried on with watching I do I do again and Chew spent the night over at my place. Slept at like 230 and still managed to wake up for book in at 6 the next morning.
Tuesday. Doomsday.
Nick Pang had to settle his 4NTM vehicle so I willingly took over his duty as COS. Helping someone da duty isn't much of a chore really. Afterall, we gotta learn to help each other right? There is no such thing as being selfish in this world. Guess that was a blessing in disguise. I should have just been a goody two shoe COS and read newspaper in the office. Well, the office aircon was spoilt in the morning and there were hell lot of stupid errands landing on me in the morning so I made the decision to go wash my vehicle as well. Bad move. I was COS, but I went to wash my BX and got all muddy and wet. Got my boots all soaked. Went to dig mud slum and clear the washing bay of mud. Sounds like banglah work? Neh. And while I was getting my vehicle back into my parking lot, it happened. No rear guide...well, who uses a rear guide!? My vehicle, my cage, collision. Typical story. The worst part about it all was that those bloody glory regulars simply had fucking nothing to do. For no reasons, they just had to gather round like it was a major crime scene and announce it at the top of their volume to the whole world. It seemed very much an extreme case of xia lan. And it was only a minor collision. My basket was dented all along. The concrete on the cage structure was so thin I could use a hammer to wack out the same kind of cracks. Still, the had to blow it up. FUCKERS.
Wednesday. Climax.
Tuesday sounds bad? Well, I got through it and informed my PC and PS. I had plaster with me and so I liased with Dy S4 to allow me to mend the thing back while I skip the statement. I went to the "Crime Scene" again and saw that it was only a 5-10 minutes work. Went on to check my OVM. To my horror, I realised: The bloody FMT broke open my vehicle to check my turret system. Thats ok. Whats no, they left it open. And I had at least 50 K worth of OVM in my vehicle. They left it open to be raped. I wonder how many people actually went up and down and into my vehicle happily taking pictures to blow up the accident during CO conference. I had all 3 track guides missing, my slave cable gone, my GPMG pintle no where to be found. What worst nightmare can happen to a VC!!!!! I swear to Kelvin that if I happen to go to the shed a tad earlier and saw those fuckers poking their nose around my vehicle, I would have put my sledge hammer and machete(parang in a civilised english) to good use. Regulars. Spit. If ever the red button is pressed, I will shoot this fuckers with my 40AGL and 50HMG personally. Try to imagine how much my blood was boiling and how fucked up my heart was. It seemed that bad things just keep rolling in.
With CO conference over, OC called for a commander's meeting and I knew I was in for it. Remember all the photos? I ain't sore here. This is what my PS said. These people cuch as fucking Cpt Ivan, they ain't gonna survive anymore years in the army if they don't blow up nifty trivias to lick CO's boot. If I had a camera 2 weeks back, I would have captured how warrant yan destroyed an idler wheel with a 'repair method' in breech of TSR. And how did ITF(Ivan The Fuck) cover it all, TSR.
Well, gotta take responsibilities for my actions afterall. I ought to have a rear guide while reversing. I didn't. It was a decision I made and now that things happened, I gotta face the music. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide from. Its my fault, I accept my punishment. Not because it will aid some career sluts but because I am responsible for my own actions. With dead firm eyes, I yes sir yes sir to OC's words "You will be punished. I will charge you." Ok. Home is much a worst place afterall. You who have been keeping in tune with this blog here should know. But still, I felt terribly guilty. Having been a commander for six months, I know its never easy for one to punish his surbordinates. It never feels good. I don't know how OC felt then but I believe he didn't feel good at all. Who would want such things to happen. And worst of all, PC and PS who have been rather nice to me got screwed by OC...because of me.Guilty. Years back when read To Kill A Mockingbird, I learnt one thing. When you respect someone, you will want to leave the best impression. You would not want to disappoint him. You will not want him to ever get sad or angry about you. Such is the case. Cpt Casey is a respectable officer. One among few.Fucking few. So... soon I will be reporting to DO every few hours. Damn bad on my reputation as a commander. Bad on my pride as well wor. Haiz.
Hey hey. This didn't end Wed you know. I carried on desparately to look for my OVM and found that Glory specs were responsible for stealing my GPMG pintle. Whats wrong with them!? And my slave cable? All this crashing down on me in one day really gave me hell lot of a depressed mood. The SOL by then had became the least of my worries. And to top it up, my mother had to call me at night and asking about stupid things. As if I have not got enough trouble to haldle.Haiz. I felt rotten to the core.
Thursday turned out better but the man were really trouble makers with their ill attitude. And Noel Chia, haha cockster. Demanded me to clear the SOC ground of man so that he could cheat. Do you all get my point here. SAF regulars, well...the majority of them... are useless. Useless. In actual fact, I guess a hell lot of them would have been dismissed because they can't clear SOC IPPT. Bloody maggots. They can't be bother with their personal attitude as the soldier and they want to sign on? And they want to push their weight around? And what, NOEL being among the top 4 armour specs? Haha, I spat at him on the SOC ground. Regulars! NEH!
Friday was not bad except for the fact that I was slower than my fellow 40/50 friends from other companies. Didn't do my company proud. Infact, I felt rather sorry for the disappointed look on my men's face.
Wah...seh...what a long blog entry. Doubt anyone will read the full thing. I still got stuff to do and its already 1 plus. Looking forward to a bangkok trip. Gotta go type some stuff for my new biz idea. haha. Thats all, folks.
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